To Woman B, -- Second daughter
This is my riddle for you,
The carrier is not brassy, unlike the twisting grotesque sword.
-- Amber horn, "brass" colored.
The slender bodice carries the sleekly built cinereal scabbard.
-- Grey coloration, light draft.
Thousands of years in your linage, you’re a pure descendant.
-- Unicorn x Equine mutt, but not hybrid.
The quest you began is doomed to fail, for you are taking too long.
-- Not nursing yet/needing to nurse?
The bards will sings songs of our tale, how we were doomed from the start.
-- Mother died just after she was born/was stolen by harpy just after birth.
(Incidentally--can newborn foals block themselves? If not, in Macaria's case, who would block her? She's OUTCAST but her mother has died)